Novel & Cerita Rose And Champagne Ch 1

Tumingin ako kay Papa ng hinawakan nito ang balikat ko at tinapik. Agad kaming sumunod ni Chase sa unahan at naunang ihulog ni Chase ang bulaklak na hawak niya. Pero kapansin pansin ang bulaklak na hawak ko, puting Rosas ang sa kanila pero ang sa akin ay pula. "You may rest in peace, Drake. Until we meet again." I whispered softly as I kissed the read rose bago ito tuluyang hinulog. Natapos ang libing at wala kaming ibang naririnig kundi ang palahaw na iyak ni Zaya.

Nakasuot ako ng champagne silk dress na humahaplos sa aking balat gaya ng alon sa baybayin—banayad, malamig, pero may sariling lakas. Sa loob ng grand cathedral na punung-puno ng ivory roses at golden accents, lahat ng mata ay nakatuon sa aisle kung saan unti-unting naglalakad ang kapatid kong si Claudette—ang bride. For a moment, I forgot everything else.

“Today, in front of all we hold dear, I vow to cherish you endlessly, to always see the beauty in us, even when life isn’t perfect. I promise to hold you close when storms rage, to celebrate the quiet joys with you, and to laugh with you until our cheeks ache.” She took a deep breath, her eyes glistening as she smiled softly. “You are my La Vie En Rose, my beautiful, intoxicating love story. And as we begin this next chapter together, I promise to love you with all that I am, through every season, for every tomorrow, for as long as we both shall live.” “You may now kiss the bride,” the priest said, and immediately, the room was filled with cheers, teasing, and playful whistles from our frien

I heard Rose’s voice so I stopped stomping towards the door. “Rose!” I missed this lady. Tumakbo siya papalapit at kaagad akong sinunggaban ng yakap. I hugged her waist. “Let’s go,” aya ko at hinila siya habang hawak ang kanyang baywang. As we entered, the loud music greeted us, causing a slight crinkle in my face. I guided Rose to our usual spot. I signaled the club’s waitress to bring over the beers I had ordered.

Walang nakapansin sa pagbukas ng pinto hanggang sa biglang lumitaw si Rico sa kanilang harapan. May kaunting alikabok sa kanyang kasuotan, at yakap niya ang isang malaking bouquet ng champagne roses. Ang pilak na singsing sa kanyang daliri ay bahagyang kumikinang sa ilalim ng ilaw. Ang malamig niyang ekspresyon ay tila lumambot dahil sa mga bulaklak na iyon.

Sa kanyang mukha ay may halong pagod, saya, at hindi maipaliwanag na kaba. Habang pinagmamasdan niya ang paligid ng kanilang suite—ang mga puting rosas na nakaayos sa isang vase, ang champagne na hindi pa nabubuksan, at ang mga kandilang naglalagay ng malamlam na liwanag sa silid—napangiti siya.

I have to be in control. Pero ang pula naman kasi ng labi mo. She reached up with her hand and stroked his jaw from his cheekbone to his chin, her eyes luminous. ‘"I think I must have already had too much champagne because right now I want you to kiss me again. I want to know if the first time was a fluke or... or something else."

Too elegant to be dismissed, too unfamiliar to be forgotten. But Estevan didn’t flinch. His hand stayed gently at the curve of her spine, guiding her as if she belonged there—because tonight, she did. Sa kabilang dulo ng silid, bahagyang itinaas ni Elias ang kan’yang baso ng champagne habang tahimik na pinagmamasdan ang pagpasok nila. The smirk on his lips was sharp. Beside him, a silver-haired executive leaned in to speak, but Elias didn’t respond right away. His eyes were locked on her.

pabirong sagot niya. Nagsitawanan naman ang iba at napailing. Feel niya agad ang mainit ja pagtanggap sa kanya ng grupo. Iyong nga lang wala siyang makitang bakanteng upuan maliban doon sa tabi ni Kelvin. Kahit ayaw niya, napilitan siyang umupo ro’n. Alangan naman sahig siya umupo ‘di ba? Pagkatapos ng dinner, ready na sana siyang umuwi nang biglang lumitaw si Kelvin. May hawak na itong bouquet of champagne roses. Kaagad na umugong ang malakas na kantiyawan sa buong kwarto.

DANGEROUSLY SWEET HARRISON He guided her to a velvet couch overlooking the moonlit marina. A staff member approached. “Wine for the lady?” “No,” Harrison cut in, eyes never leaving Psyche. “She’ll have rosé champagne—fresh, chilled. And macarons.” Psyche blinked. “You didn’t even ask me—” “I know what you like,” he smirked, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “And I like taking care of you.”